That wasn’t even the worst part of the whole experience. We both became drug addicts together. I went to rehab, and got sober. He didn’t, and got in a wreck. After the wreck he was diagnosed with mania among other things. He would get super mad at me for not giving him extra pain killers. He would scream at me, and tell me he hated me, but I couldn’t give home extra because then he wouldn’t have enough to get him through the month. I would just want to sit in the bathroom and cry, but I couldn’t even do that long because I’d have to change his diaper, or feed him or something every few minutes while he was screaming at me and telling me I was a horrible person. It was just me and him most of the time, so I couldn’t even go for a walk. I’d walk to the grocery store, and pick up prescriptions while the nurses were there, but other than that I got no alone time. He didn’t sleep for more than an hour or two, so neither did I. It was genuinely the worst time of my life. His dad just took over again about a month ago. The whole situation devastated me emotionally, and even worse, financially. I’m having a bitch if a time finding a job now, while the news is saying how great the economy is. I’m so frustrated at the whole situation. As bad as it’s been for me, I can’t even imagine how hard it is for him. His babies mom died about 3 months after the accident, so his poor son is being passed around the family trying to avoid adoption. It’s an incredibly stressful time for my whole family, with no end in site.